Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Hookerville pt. 2

I forgot what the bar was called. It was probably a word derived from gay lingo. Outside, there were five hunky—and surprisingly good-looking—men who look like the security guards. I actually liked one of them. Then I noticed he was wearing an extremely small shirt—a muscle shirt. So I figured he might not be part of security after all.

We were greeted by more hunky guys on our way in. They were very courteous that I almost forgot I was entering a bar along Hookerville Avenue. We sat in front of the stage, where the men were supposed to perform. The show hasn’t started yet. A few minutes later, a bunch of guys came over, including the cute one at the parking area. Their ‘manager’ whose name was Pokie introduced each of his ‘talent’ to us. He had a nickname for each guy. Some were dancers. Some were ‘actors’. Some have no talent other than humping a rich gay’s ass.

Queen Bee picked the ugliest one, describing him as the hottest guy in the group. His taste has obviously been westernized. Usually, we would prefer fair-skinned guys, the ones who look like Brad Pitt or Ethan Hawke. Westerners on the other hand like the ‘exotic’ ones. So I guess you know what the guy looked like.

The show started with a group of drag queens dressed in funky costumes, mimicking the Spice Girls in their 1998 Video Music Awards performance. A few more impersonations were presented before the main feature of night. It started with the lights out and some sexy diva song playing. Then came out the sexy men--dressed up like blue collar workers. They’re hot. Filthy. Sweaty. They’re ready to screw with us. But wait, there’s a catch. None of them are really attractive, at least according to my dictionary.

The show lasted for about an hour. The Queen decided to thrown some money into the manager’s plate and rent a private room for the rest of the night.

‘What are we gonna need a private room for? They’re naked right in front of us?’ I asked.
‘You don’t get it do you? It’s a private room. PRIVATE. You know what that means?’

By ‘private’, he meant everything can be done BY the boys and TO the boys. The lesbians backed out because they weren’t too excited to see cocks swinging around the Queen’s happy face. They went home after he paid for the room. I was forced to stay with the Queen and another friend, who was also curious as to what happens behind the closed doors of the bar.

I was surprised that there were three men who joined us. Earlier, there was only one guy sitting with the Queen, caressing his hips while he touches his dick. When I got into the room, there were three men, this time in their underwear, dancing around the Queen.

‘You!’ He pointed to the guy with the big arms. ‘Stay with him. He needs to loosen up tonight.’
‘Oh no, geez no. I’m...I’m alright.’

But before I could run away, the guy, whose name was Leo, closed the door behind me and locked it. He gave me a seductive look and held my hand and pulled me to the sofa.

‘Do you want anything to drink.’
‘Ah yeah, if you have a margarita that would be fine.’
He giggled. ‘Margarita? You’re not in a straight bar.’
‘Right, I figured. So what’s safe to drink?’
‘When I asked you what you wanna have I asked what brand of beer you prefer.’
‘Oh, San Mig light please.’

I was shocked that these guys had some sense of humor. I thought it was all suck and fuck. The more I talked to Leo, the more I learned about their job and how difficult it is.

‘I’m lucky to be with you tonight.’
‘Oh yeah? Is that your script or spiel or what do you call it?’
‘Haha! You’re mean. I don’t tell each customer that I’m lucky to be with them.’
‘Yeah, I bet you just tell maybe 80% of them.’

What’s going on here? Earlier, I almost despised these guys—though I acknowledged the fact that they have undeniably hot bodies. Now I’m actually having a conversation with one of them. The one who just fell on his back while attempting to do a back flip with boots and a jockstrap on.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, someone was already moaning. The queen was administering fellatio on Mr. Reptile. Mika, my other friend who stayed, was kissing the cute guy.

‘Looks like we’re the only ones left idle in this room.’
‘Uhm, Why don’t you go get me more beer.’
‘Now? You’re not done with that one yet!’ He pointed to my bottle which was half-full.
‘Well, it’s not cold anymore.’

‘ You see, prices are tripled when you rent a private room.’
‘Oh yeah?’
‘Aren’t you supposed to NOT tell me that.’
‘Haha, yeah.’

The moaning continued and this time, it seemed like someone’s about to cum. I couldn’t figure out if it was Mika’s guy or the Queen’s male whore. Leo was blocking my view and all I could see was an arm waving in excitement as his dick dives into somebody’s throat. He moaned some more. I heard more moaning. A scream. More moaning.

‘You like that?’ The Queen finally spoke.
‘Yeah, do it again.’

While they talked about how the whore wants him to do it—going in circles while playing with his tongue around the shaft of his dick—I still hear someone moaning. Apparently, Mika was getting a blowjob from the cute guy.

‘Holy shit.’
‘Mika’s getting a blowjob from that guy. Shit. The lesbians should have stayed a little longer!’
‘Oh right.’
‘I didn’t know you guys do that too.’
‘Well, it’s a private room. We can do whatever you want us to do.’
‘Oh, did you want... here...’

He knelt before me and tried to open my zipper. I refused saying I don’t want him to do me in front of my friends. Suddenly, we were engaged in a tug-of-war of my zipper.

‘Well, we could do it in the bathroom...’
‘Look...pal. Listen...okay?’
‘I just—I just came here because they forced me to. I have no money to pay you... I-I really have to intention of--?
‘What’s wrong? You afraid someone’s gonna know about this?’
‘No but..’
‘Baby, you need to relax! You need to loosen up. Besides, the rooms paid, we’re already paid so why don’t we just sit here, I’ll help you relax baby and... ’

‘Don’t call me baby.’
‘Nobody’s looking. Nobody’s gonna tell. Nobody knows we’re here.’
“Hushhhh.... relax. We’re alone. Trust me. It’s just you...’

He drew closer and closer... He pushed his forehead against mine and whispered,

‘...and ME.’


  1. Geez! Silly me, I didn't know that you add me na pala. Thanks huh! You're so amiable.

    Kaya lang di ko akalain na makakatanggi ka sa grasya! Naku kung ako yan malamang........napatakbo na ako. Hehehehe! Joke lang! I am the opposite (shucks kahiya napaka-prostituta ko naman)

    Pero kidding aside those are the things that I really, really miss there in the Philippines kasi naman dito sa DR, super sa pagka-hypocrite ng mga kalahi natin.

  2. Hmmm... I'm tempted to comment but I'm afraid I might reveal what's on the third installment :)

    Anyway, share ka naman what it's like living in DR.. you know, as a gay pinoy there

  3. there's a 3rd installment??
    wow.. i can't wait..
    post it na kai..
    damn. this post is sizzling hot.

    i didn't know that they give blowjobs to cust.
    wow, that changes my perspective in gay bars. hehehe
    maki visit nga. hehe

  4. Kai, cge post d 3rd installment soonl. San ba yang vinisit nyo na place na yan???hmmmnnn...

    I luv d details of this post. =)

  5. you can surely write about risque steamy encounters in sensual, fluid way. way to go, kai!

  6. Wow, this was a marathon read, but well worth it ;-)

  7. Hi Kai!

    Nasan na yung 3rd installment, grabeh na ang excitement ko......syet naglalawa na nga d2 sa apartment ko kinulang iyong isang truck ng tampon na inorder ko.